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Artis - Chorus] I ain't set the and I ain't for games, I just came to fuck and get some brain. I got a at the crib so I ain't your man. I'll be damned, I'll be damned, be damned. You know all I wanna do is fuck. I ain't gon' let a money hungry set me up. And if you think I'm stupid you done pressed your luck. I'll be damned, I'll be damned, be damned.
Artis] You gave right. Yes I monage--tois and I got drawers as big as big "wah". I'm a daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure that I wouldn't turn my niggas on to you I hit ya. I probably could forget ya if I hadn't drunk, but choke a dunkadunk, my mind on hump. When my on hump to me my .9's in the trunk, and got a line for every fine bitch I hunt. Not once, twice, but three the lover that man is, and I'm a freak undercover. I got plans for you, trick, I don't need a mother. I got five of them tryin' to smother me already. We go steady, but you can give me head. Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and the shit. My chap lips will cut when breast fed, and on the way, leave the with Achman. I'd love for you to but I got another date, with a fat chick that eat on playskates. She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me plus my man in the ran out of videotape.
I'ma this one thing clear, ain't no hear gon' ruin my career. All the hell you is pursuin' a dream, that's when you find out life ain't truly what it seems. All hoes be lyin', bullshittin' each other. And why the hell Kobe didn't wear a rubber. He might as well went and told the hoe that he love her. I'm sure as hell gonna go to court for my mother, or my wife, and my sisters. So a mistress. They signin' a before these bitches hit this. Never will a woman take me out way. I a RCA camera in there motherfuckin' face.
What's your name again? It matter. My is Bizzy, a bodygaurd for Mr. Mathers. Sit girl. Let me get you a drink. buy you a mink, and rape you in the sink. From day one, I you was a hoe. I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you mo'. Turn around, let me see nasty ass. Put on a Jason mask while I off your maxi pads.
These hoes be on bullshit. Always tryin' to pull shit they ass. Get mad and put you on blast. Tell 'em bitches how she you, you, put it on you, boned you. Yappin' off with they sayin' she loved you. All on dick, callin' your phone, spazzin' and shit. Havin' a fit until you like callin' it quits. she starts callin' your chick, wantin' to fight. Everytime you up at a gig, she front row her friends. Flippin' you off. you to the bar, the bathroom, the lot, to the car, pissin' you off. you blackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scrapout. You get locked up for and now you asked out.